"There's some pie in the fridge, Sammy. Give that to our guest, yeah? Leave some for your brother." Sam looked about as thrilled with this arrangement as Raphael, but he was polite enough not to comment on it. He simply headed for the kitchen to get the pie out for him.

"Come on, Raphie." Sam supposed he'd have to deal. Maybe he was more bearable with some pie in him.

Bobby watched them walk into the kitchen before turning and looking at Aleister. "Don't worry. If they don't get along, Sam can just room with Matty. Sam's all right, but he got on the health food kick. And exercising. It's freaky, honestly. Hope he grows out of it."